This is an expression that has not appeared on Duanmu's face for a long time. I remember that it appeared once in Phoenix Mountain. It was completely captured by Yixue, and it was deeply imprinted in Yixue's mind. It has become Yixue's expression for many years.

The lingering image stayed in Yixue's mind. Even though Duanmu's appearance in Yixue's mind was blurred, this expression still appeared in Yixue's mind.

Duanmu was thinking about Yixue quietly, reminiscing and longing for her. Ya'er was leaning on Duanmu's shoulder, breathing evenly and falling asleep. Zhonglangli was still motionless with a big smile on his face, but it was like a bridal chamber in mind.

Zhong. And General Zhonglang is also cultivating his true energy very quietly.

Four people were so comfortable in a room, but they didn't know that war was already waving at them.

Early the next morning, the four of them went to the competition field again. Because of Zhonglangli's shameless performance, everyone unanimously agreed that he would directly enter the finals.

In the first game, Zhonglang will face Xin Buwei, a man from the Shoufeng tribe.

Xin is not afraid to use a big sword, but compared with General Zhonglang's giant sword, it is just a pencil sharpener, which is not good at all. But since he can get here step by step, he must have some strength. General Zhonglang dare not underestimate him.

He stepped forward and saluted, then revealed his giant sword.

Even if he doesn't show it, others can see it. A person carrying such a huge sword can't hide it even if he wants to.

Xin Buwei was also a two-meter-tall man. In Duanmu's eyes, the men in the tribe all looked the same. They were all thick and dark men. It was hard to tell who was who.

, swung his sword, and hit Xin Buwei's sword. Xin Buwei didn't expect that the 2.5-meter-tall man would react so quickly, and even attack himself. He had already noticed the opponent's giant sword, and he thought it was

I'm afraid I won't be the opponent if I fight head-on with him.

The sword changed direction, but after all, I had never practiced any real martial arts. I was relying on my stupid strength. How could I use the weapon as flexibly as my hands and feet? The blade was still hit hard by General Zhonglang's giant sword. Just this time.

Xin Buwei also knew that the opponent's strength was infinitely greater than his own, and his hand holding the knife was so shaken that it hurt.

Xin Buwei suffered a loss when he met him, and he was even more cautious after that, not daring to fight head-on with Zhonglang, but Zhonglang gave him a chance not to fight head-on. The giant sword was mixed with the sound of whistling, and every time he made a sword, the sword

The wind hit Xin Buhou's face like a knife. Although he was not injured, his face was in burning pain from being swept by General Zhonglang's sword wind.

The two of them exchanged more than ten moves. Zhonglang Jiang could see that this Feng Clan boy wanted to fight him and consume his energy. Zhonglang Jiang saw that he was not sincere in fighting him. Using such dirty methods, it looked like

I, a man from the Luo tribe, got angrier the more I thought about it. I cut a third of the arena in half with one sword. The arena made of boulders was destroyed by General Zhonglang, and the pitiful third was where Xin Buaa stood.

At one point, both the people and the arena were out.

General Zhonglang snorted and walked off the stage without even looking at Xin Buwei.

Everyone could see clearly that although there were many marks left by swords on the huge rock ring, no one could make any cracks out of it. Zhonglang had cut it in half with just one sword strike. What kind of strength was this?

Duanmu naturally would not take this kind of thing to heart, but he could clearly see the true essence used by General Zhonglang in the sword just now. Duanmu also did not expect that General Zhonglang could actually use the true essence on the sword. This shows that Zhonglang could use the true essence on the sword.

General Lang will be able to enter the flying sword stage soon.

In the second game, Duanmu's opponent is still a member of the Baifeng tribe. This man is called Fang Dali. From his name, you can tell that he is a man of great strength. Although he is not as tall as General Zhonglang, he is taller than Zhonglangli.

Duanmu smiled at Fang Dali opposite him and asked, "Are you ready?"

Fang Dali was about to nod, but quickly shook his head, indicating that he was not ready.

Fang Dali looked at the arena, which was only two-thirds of the original size, and found a place where he could grab hold. He gave Duanmu a silly smile and nodded.

What Fang Dali meant was, come on, I'll hold the stake and see how you blow me out.

Duanmu looked at the tall man two meters away from Fang Dali, who looked like a monkey, hugging a wooden stake. He felt a little funny in his heart. These cute tribesmen are actually quite interesting. Their ideas are so simple.

Whatever you think, you will express it with your own actions, and you will not feel embarrassed. What is shameful? What is shameful is whether you can find a wife or not. Compared with finding a wife, these things are nothing.

Because Duanmu is now in the realm of introducing swords into his body, he has plenty of real energy, but he can't perform sword techniques, so he can only use real yuan to push his opponent out. Duanmu has actually begun to cultivate sword energy in his body, but the sword energy is still there.

It's not yet formed. When Duanmu saw Fang Dali like this today, he couldn't help but give it a try.

The true energy flows inside Duanmu's body, and traces of red true energy emerge from the inside out. The red true energy gathers on top of Duanmu's head. Outsiders cannot tell that the red true energy on Duanmu's head is a sword, but the red true energy around Duanmu's body is

The red essence appeared in front of everyone's eyes like a real substance, which still shocked everyone.

Duanmu looked at the red unformed sword energy in his hand, and then looked at Fang Dali. Duanmu smiled shyly at him, the real energy in his hand flashed, and Fang Dali and the wooden stakes fell off the stage.

, the cuts on the wooden stakes are extremely flat.

Everyone couldn't believe their eyes. This Middle-earth boy cut off the wooden stake without even moving. Isn't it amazing?

In fact, it's not that Duanmu didn't move, it was just that it was too fast for them to see clearly. The biggest difference between Jian Yuan realm and Jian Gang is that Jian Gang uses the sword as the sword embryo, while Jian Yuan itself uses the practitioner's own body as the sword embryo, and

The speed is also different.

There is no comparison at all. Jian Yuan itself is the most lethal attack technique in the world of cultivation. Although Duanmu has not yet cultivated Jian Yuan, the energy of Jian Yuan can be achieved.

What everyone didn't expect was that three people from the Baofeng tribe, a tribe they had never heard of, would enter the final stage of the competition. If they knew that three people from the Baofeng tribe would come, they would be even more shocked. What kind of tribe is this?

Such strength.

Duanmu felt a lot more relaxed. At least his second brother Zhonglang would have no problem in winning the beauty back. He and Zhonglang had already done everything they could. Now as long as he and Zhonglang would withdraw automatically, the final winner would be

It's Zhonglangli.

Just as the withered old man came on stage and was about to speak, Zhonglangli jumped onto the stage.

"Old man, just announce the result and let Chun Weidong be my wife." Zhonglangli was so happy.

The withered old man also saw that these three people were on the same line, and saw that neither Duanmu nor General Zhonglang had any objections, and nodded to the old man by default.

The haggard old man looked back at Chun Liangmasa and asked for his opinion. What can Chun Liangmasa do? The tribes value integrity the most. How can things change if they are spoken out? Even if Chun Liangmasa has no objection to Zhonglang, he can say no.

Even if it's good, I can't say it's not good.

He nodded to the old man, indicating that he could announce the result and that his daughter would marry him.

When everything was settled, Chun Zhengliang invited all the men who made it into the top ten to his home for a celebration banquet.

Chunliang also observed Zhonglangli during the dinner and thought to himself, "This is a foodie."

After they had had enough wine and food, Chunliang revealed the real purpose of this competition.

"Dear young warriors, this competition is not just for my daughter's marriage. There is something that you may not know. Although it appears that all thirty-two troops are here this time, in fact only thirty-one are here." Haruyoshi Masaru

After saying this, he paused for a moment to observe the reactions of everyone, including the four Duanmu people.

Of course Duanmu didn't know Chunliang's purpose in saying these words, but the expressions of the two members of the Baifeng clan became obviously serious.

"The leader of the Shou Feng tribe will tell you what he has to say."

"Yes, the boss can tell us what we are invited to do today."

Chun Zhengliang looked at the crowd, and specifically looked at Zhonglangli who had not stopped eating and drinking, and frowned slightly unhappily, but after all, he was also the leader of the clan, even if he was dissatisfied with Zhonglangli's words and the extreme anger on the field at this moment.

He didn't even express his discordant chirping sounds. After all, he was also his daughter's future husband.

"It's like this, some people know it, some people may not know it, but it doesn't matter. Among the thirty-two tribes, everyone knows that the Baifeng tribe is the largest, followed by my Shoufeng tribe, but this is the orthodox tribe, the thirty-two tribes

There is also a tribe that has been forgotten. The people of this tribe are ferocious and violent, and the tribesmen are all brave and good at fighting. However, because of their cruel personality, they caused an unforgettable massacre a hundred years ago. Thirty-one tribes joined forces.

Drive them out of my northwest territory." Chunliang recalled.

As soon as Chun Liangzheng finished speaking, the people below were all whispering together.

Needless to say, Duanmu was curious. He was very curious about all the things he didn't know. They were all talking in low voices when he saw them. No one asked how they came back later. He told the story halfway through, which was surprising.

How uncomfortable it is, this is immoral behavior, how could you do this, Duanmu thought in his heart.

"What do you mean by what the leader said?" Duanmu stood up and asked with the courtesy that Chinese people only have for their elders.

Chun Liangzheng had never been out of the northwest desert, so he didn't know what Duanmu's etiquette meant, but judging from Duanmu's expression, tone, and attitude when he spoke to him, he should be in good faith.

Of course Chun Liangmasa can see the friendship between the three brothers. He even gave in to his wife, so why the hell do you need to see it? This is what makes Chun Liangmasa the most angry. You three brothers came to snatch my daughter, and you still have the nerve to do it to me.

My dear, this is what makes Chun Liangzheng mentally unbalanced. Asking about the origin of Duanmu is related to this little knot.

The blind man also knows that these three people will advance and retreat together at any time.

"What I just talked about happened a hundred years ago. I don't know the specific situation at that time. I only know that this tribe is called the Jiaofeng tribe. I heard from the elders that there were no such Jiaofeng tribe among the thirty-one tribes at that time.

It was so big that both sides suffered losses at that time, and they were expelled from the northwest territory with great difficulty. It took our thirty-one tribes a hundred years to recuperate and recuperate to have the happy life we ​​have today." Chun Liangzheng continued to explain.

"However, I recently heard news from the north that there are signs of a comeback from the Jiaofeng clan. The leader of the Baifeng clan and my Shoufeng clan have all lined up to investigate, but unfortunately no one has returned. The purpose of this competition is to find a husband for my little girl.

The second is to select brave warriors to go to the north to find out information about the Horned Phoenix Clan." After Chunliang finished speaking, he quietly watched everyone stop talking.

Chunliang was watching everyone's reactions and was a little forgetful. No one came forward to go. He also understood that even if these people went, they would never come back. There were more than a hundred carefully selected elites from various ministries who had gone before them.

Go ahead, there is no way to do this now. I originally wanted to hide the matter about the Jiaofeng Clan, but currently only the leaders of the big clan and a few people know about it.

But none of the people sent out came back. If this matter was not investigated clearly, something might happen. Although he said it simply, the Thirty-one Clan won a hundred years ago, but Chunliang knew clearly that the Thirty-one Clan had sacrificed a lot.

How much does it cost?

At that time, the northwest desert was almost littered with corpses and rivers of blood. He had never seen it, but his father and grandfather's generation had seen it. He heard that the people of the Jiaofeng tribe were murderous at that time, killing everyone they saw, regardless of men, women, old or young.

As if possessed, his eyes were bloodthirsty red.

General Zhonglang looked at Zhonglangli, then at Duanmu, and stood up.

"Chief, I'm a rough man and don't know how to turn around. My clan is poor and I'm not afraid of your jokes. I still owe you Shoufeng a lot of food. Now this matter concerns the thirty-one clans. I, the Baofeng clan, should try our best, but if my clan

I wonder what the Thirty-one Clans will do if they choose someone to go there?" General Zhonglang stood up and asked.

When Zhonglang came to the Shoufeng Clan this time, what impressed him most was that his Baofeng Clan was simply unsightly compared to other tribes. Other tribes sometimes had disputes over territory, but his Baofeng Clan was indeed

No foreigner has ever wanted to rob it and give it away for free. No one wants to protect the Feng tribe's barren land.

So I just wanted to find an opportunity for my tribe to have a better territory. It didn't have to be too good, just having a piece of land for my tribe would be satisfying.

"What do you want?" Chun Liangzheng looked at General Zhonglang seriously and asked. This time, Chun Liangzheng did not say any polite words for the sake of appearance, and asked simply and clearly.

"We need land, we need grain, we need seeds." Zhonglang would give a simpler answer.

"These are not difficult, but I have to discuss the conditions you want with other tribes, but there is one thing. Do you need to know what it means to agree?" Chunliang looked at General Zhonglang, and then at Zhonglangli.
Chapter completed!